Candlesticks and Ashes

CANDLESTICKS AND ASHES

Wax just melted away upon my body,

drop by drop,

devouring my every spot.

The seconds were hours of torment.

The minutes, days of sadness and despair.

My body sweats with thirst,

my tongue drenched with dryness,

my thoughts,

no thoughts,

just a long itching of pain scattered in the breeze.

Candlesticks and ashes

lie beneath my feet.

The ashes of deceased beings and the candles that scorched them.

My dream is no more.

I awaken.

I must write.